52 · Chapter 52
In an alley near the school, two boys, one tall and one fat, squatted on the ground dejectedly. They had suffered a lot in just a few days.
Not to mention bullying others, even if they want to say bad words, they will feel pain in their bodies as if they were being cut by a knife.
Not to mention telling anyone about Messiah and Jason.
"I don't think we're that bad..." the fat boy said aggrievedly, "Even clowns don't suffer this kind of suffering."
Just as the two were sighing face to face, a figure appeared above them, and the shadow it cast fell heavily on them.
The two boys looked up in horror and saw a little kid with a hood covering his face floating in the air, looking down at them.
"Who are you?" The tall boy swallowed hard, "Don't come over here. If you come over here, I'll yell for Batman!"
Messiah lowered his eyes to look at the two shivering boys, and stretched out his finger towards them, with a little golden light on the tip of his finger.
This was his mistake.
Familiar memories came flooding back, and the two boys opened their eyes wide in surprise: "It's you!"
They recognized the identity of the Messiah, but the restrictions that the Messiah set for them prevented them from calling out the Messiah's name.
Messiah looked at the two boys who recognized him, pointed his fingertips at their foreheads, and slowly said, "I want to put an end to my mistakes."
Ending error?!
The two boys trembled and hugged each other tightly, remembering the murderous look of the Messiah that day. They thought the Messiah was coming to kill them.
"Don't kill me, my father is very rich."
"I have a lot of money, I can give it all to you!"
Messiah pursed his lips slightly. The two boys' fearful and begging looks stung his eyes. This was definitely not the effect he wanted. He never thought of bringing fear to others.
What's the difference between this and the Supreme Head of State...
Messiah engraved their terrified expressions deeply into his mind, and warned himself never to act on personal feelings again.
If he wants to punish crimes and save people from suffering, he must put aside personal emotions and handle everything fairly and justly.
"...Don't be afraid." Messiah gently comforted the two boys, and the golden light gently touched their foreheads, removing the excessive punishment while soothing their frightened hearts.
The two boys loosened their arms in surprise. They could clearly feel an invisible shackle being removed from them.
The fat boy looked at the tall boy and cursed him tentatively: "Fuck you?"
"Fuck you!" the tall boy cursed back excitedly.
Messiah stopped watching the farce below. He withdrew his gaze from the two boys. The hem of his hooded cape swayed slightly in the wind, and he flew back into the sky.
After Messiah left, the two boys looked at each other and asked tentatively, "Will we...bully others again in the future?"
What they used to do most was bullying nerds and people they disliked; that was their pleasure.
"Let's not do it." The tall boy shuddered and lowered his voice, "What if he sees us bullying others again and regrets it?"
The painful experiences of this period had left a deep impression on them, and after the Messiah withdrew the punishment, they did not dare to try again.
What if the Messiah comes again to punish them?
Messiah did not pay attention to what happened to the two boys afterwards. He withdrew all the punishments from them, leaving only the restriction that they could not reveal the existence of him and Jason.
From then on, whatever the two boys did had nothing to do with him, unless they did something evil that needed to be punished by him.
"Help!"
Messiah moved his ears slightly, and his long-activated super hearing picked up the cry for help.
The cries for help were accompanied by sobs and wails.
The messy thoughts in Messiah's mind dissipated, and with a flash of golden light, he modified his own spatial coordinates and teleported directly to the place where the cry for help came from.
It was a plane whose wing was out of control. The passengers inside were shouting "Help" and "Superman, help" in panic, and some passengers were closing their eyes and praying to God.
The passengers prayed devoutly: "Merciful Heavenly Father, please send down your divine power and bless your believers."
Messiah's eyes swept gently over the passengers in the plane, and his gaze paused for a moment on the passenger who closed his eyes and prayed to God.
He felt a sense of familiarity in the passengers' prayers.
Why……?
The Messiah paused for a moment, but now was not the time to think. There was still a plane full of passengers who needed him to save.
Inside the cabin of the plane, someone happened to glance out the window and saw a white figure floating outside the fuselage through the porthole.
"It's the son of Superman!" the man exclaimed.
Messiah pretended not to hear what the "Son of Superman" said, looked at the plane shaking in the air, thought for a moment, and stretched out his hand towards the plane.
The warm and holy golden light formed a large golden bubble, wrapping the plane.
In the Batcave, Superman, who was talking to Bruce, had a changed expression, and then relaxed again.
A smile spread across Superman's face, and he smiled at Bruce who was frowning, "B, the Messiah is a good kid."
Bruce: ?
"The Messiah is my child." Bruce looked at Superman as if he were a thief trying to steal a child. "It has nothing to do with you."
Superman laughed in silence.
Unaware of what was happening in the Batcave, Messiah looked at the panic and sadness of the passengers in the cabin. He gently tapped his fingers, and golden light automatically spread to the passengers, and the power to soothe their emotions infected their panicked hearts.
The passengers couldn't help but squint their eyes, forgetting the fear and sadness of the plane crashing. They seemed to have gone to heaven, or returned to their mother's arms.
Golden light sprinkled on the passengers, bringing them warmth and peace. Messiah looked at the calmed passengers and breathed a sigh of relief.
If it weren't for the soothing power of the golden light, Messiah really didn't know how to comfort these people who were about to crash.
When facing children, Messiah could still imitate Bruce and steal candy from him to give to them, but when facing a plane full of adults, Messiah really didn't know what to do.
After the most pressing matter was resolved, Messiah looked at the plane wrapped in the golden bubble, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face hidden under the white hood.
Bruce said that he cannot use the power of reversing time on objects casually. If an object is damaged, it is best to rely on wisdom to repair it.
What is the structure of an airplane?
Messiah tried hard to recall Bruce's little class, but the blank memory defeated him and made him give up the idea of repairing the plane.
He gave up on himself and stretched out his hand towards the plane. Golden light formed a golden film on the passengers' bodies, isolating them from the cabin.
Then, Messiah snapped his fingers lightly.
Time inside the plane instantly went back, the damaged wing became intact, and the entire plane returned to its brand new appearance when it first left the factory.
Messiah nodded with satisfaction. He should have directly withdrawn the power and let the plane fly back to the airport on its own, but an inexplicable intuition enveloped him, preventing him from removing the golden bubble that was wrapping the plane.
Something seems to be wrong...
Messiah scanned the fuselage, looking through the entire plane, but he didn't notice anything wrong.
Forget it, I'll just send them back to the airport directly.
Messiah gave up thinking, he snapped his fingers lightly, and disappeared from the spot along with the plane.
The news of the missing passenger plane has been transmitted back to the tower. The tower anxiously called out to the missing passenger plane, but received no response.
Until a shadow covered the sky over the airport.
Messiah landed lightly, his toes hovering above the ground, bringing him to the same height as the airport staff.
"Plane." Messiah pointed to the plane that appeared with him and asked calmly, "Where should it be placed?"
The staff was stunned.
After a flurry of activity, Messiah landed the plane at the airport. The golden bubble that had been covering the outside of the plane shattered as it landed, dispersing into specks of golden light.
On the airport tarmac, a golden rain fell, and everyone present cheered.
Inside the cabin, as the golden light faded, the passengers, whose minds had remained peaceful, gradually regained consciousness.
"We've been saved!"
"Is it Superman?!"
The passengers who survived the disaster lamented their loss, and several passengers who witnessed the appearance of the Messiah denied their claims.
One of the passengers, remembering the "New Son of Superman" report he had read, swore, "No, it wasn't Superman, it was Superman's son who saved us!"
On the airport tarmac, Messiah looked at the passengers who had already started evacuating, reached out and pulled down the hood covering his face, and prepared to teleport away.
A reporter rushed over and stopped Messiah from leaving with just words.
"Excuse me, are you the son of Superman? Is Superman's absence this time related to you?"
Messiah's steps suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the reporter with shining eyes. Super, Son of Superman?!
The report that had made Bruce resentful for a long time appeared in Messiah's mind and stuck with him.
Seeing Messiah stop, a group of reporters rushed forward and surrounded Messiah.
Another reporter excitedly asked, "When Superman debuted, he also saved a crashed plane. Is your action this time a tribute to your father?"
Messiah was seized by the reporter's words for a few seconds and almost couldn't control the expression on his face. Fortunately, the hood maintained his image.
"No."
Messiah said firmly.
The reporters, like sharks smelling blood, became even more excited: "Are you expressing your dissatisfaction with your father, son of Superman?"
In the Batcave, Bruce, who was watching the live news, looked at Superman quietly.
"Son of Superman?"
Superman shuddered violently, the small curls on his forehead drooping, and he stammered, "B, this is not my fault..."
Bruce snorted.
Messiah glanced down at his hooded cape and silently lifted it up in front of the reporters.
A small bat logo is printed on it.
The reporters got even more excited: "Batman?!"
Messiah nodded, his super hearing bringing Bruce's depression to him, causing a smile to unconsciously enter his voice.
"Not Superman." Messiah said each word very seriously, "Batman is my dad."
"I'm Batman's son, not Superman's son."
The reporters all exclaimed in surprise. They looked at the Messiah dressed in pure white and couldn't imagine that this was Batman's child.
Shouldn't Batman's child also look dark?
Whether it's the Messiah's attire, the abilities he uses, or the golden power with a warm and holy feeling, they are all a world away from Batman, who is known for darkness and fear.
In the Batcave, Bruce's mouth curled up wildly.
Bruce, who had been in a low mood all day, was easily coaxed into submission by just one sentence. It was a piece of cake.
Superman wanted to laugh, but when he thought of Bruce's oppressive look and the piles of battle damage reports, he forced himself to control his expression.
Bruce watched the live broadcast happily and decided to forgive the reporters for the offense of "Superman's Son" and not buy their newspaper.
The reporters wanted to ask more questions, but all the passengers saved by Messiah had already gotten off the plane. They came forward to thank Messiah and directly pushed the reporters away.
"Thank you, you saved us!"
The passengers thanked Messiah excitedly, and tons of praise and thanks were thrown at Messiah, making the ears under Messiah's hood turn red.
Messiah's cheeks flushed and he whispered, "You're welcome."
"Can I know your name? What should we call you?"
Messiah paused for a moment, and the cries of the people in the previous world flashed through his mind. One sentence among them has been firmly engraved in his mind and he still cannot forget it.
"Messiah, are you really the Messiah?"
The Messiah looked at those faces filled with longing and whispered, "I am the Messiah."
Before the plane crashed, the eyes of a passenger who had been praying to God lit up: "Are you the Messiah?! Did the merciful Heavenly Father send you to save us?"
Messiah did not answer, his eyes lightly swept over the passengers, and then looked away.
The staff who were checking the condition of the aircraft exclaimed: "Why is the fuel tank of the plane empty?!"
Messiah stumbled, finally realizing what was wrong.
...He reversed the plane to its factory condition, and the oil in the fuel tank disappeared.
Messiah's eyes flickered for a moment, and he disappeared guiltily.
Inside the Batcave, Bruce made eye contact with the Messiah who suddenly appeared.
Bruce controlled the corners of his mouth that were curling up wildly and nodded to Messiah modestly: "Well done, Messiah."
Messiah stiffly accepted Bruce's compliment, trying not to look at the red and blue figure leaning to the side with his arms folded.
On the live broadcast of the Batcomputer, the live broadcast image, which was delayed for more than ten seconds, was finally transmitted back. Bruce realized that he had exposed something, and quickly coughed and wanted to turn off the screen.
But a word abruptly interrupted Bruce's actions.
"I am the Messiah."
In the live broadcast, Messiah told the passengers his real name.
Bruce paused in his attempt to close the live broadcast, and Superman also paused in his attempt to leave quietly.
Messiah's hand, which was trying to take off his hood, got stuck in mid-air. Looking at Bruce, he belatedly realized what he had done.
At that time, his mind was full of things from the previous world, and Messiah naturally spoke his real name, the name that meant savior.
The Messiah, who goes by his real name, froze, not daring to meet Bruce's eyes.
"Haha, that's a good code name." Superman stepped forward with a teasing tone, "Savior? It's a very suitable code name for a superhero."
Inside the Batcave, Superman's laughter and the voices shouting "Messiah" on the live broadcast screen kept echoing.
Superman felt Bruce's murderous gaze on him, and Bruce glared at Superman fiercely.
My child, do I need you to be a good person?
Dick and Jason also ran over. Jason pretended not to notice Messiah's embarrassment and came over happily.
"Messiah? We really are on the same page." Jason winked at Messiah. "I've also decided on my codename. I'm going to be called Blue Jay!"
Jason tugged at his blue sweatshirt, and Dick laughed out loud at Jason's pun.
"Blue Jay? Blue Jay?" Dick laughed. "It's a good code name for you, Jay."
Messiah looked at Jason with emotion, his eyes filled with tears: "Jason..."
Bruce looked at the chattering children who were covering up for Messiah's actions. What kind of image did he have in the eyes of Jason and Messiah?
Could it be a big bad guy who will viciously eat disobedient children?
The big bat felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.
【Author’s words】
The extra chapter for 50 mines is finished——[sunglasses][sunglasses]
Now I am debt-free.
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